Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 16-2] The Warmest Night

The wood is in the fire. Like being chewed slowly, to finally run out into ashes, or lying dormant in the form of blackening a pile of charcoal.

Wood used poles of refusers, broken tiles scattered, dull planks of the base of the building, and all other ornaments. Baked did not escape the ferocity of the red blaze. Do not know, how his fate is under the heap.

The dumbstruck me stared at the red turmoil before, and merta shrieked in shock, as the pile of rubble shook. Not an earthquake to be the cause, but of something buried there.

It's like an explosion. Debris and a lot of debris that flared, slammed scattered. Being violently broken by a huge figure amidst the pile of ruins.

Siderun Twisky, in the form of creepy zombies. Baked living bodies, with a body full of ulcers, large wounds rot, until the skin peels, and the flesh is torn off. Featuring the bones, following the innards inside.

The creepy figure moved his jaw, until it sounded the clashing of bones.

"Don't .. suppose you ... can get away .. from me!" The sentence was thrown with a vibra full of pain. It was as if his throat was being strangled tightly.

Crawled himself from within the pit, and crept up shithole within the sea of fire. Scraping his bones as he moved. It causes pain all over the body.

I was trembling in fear. Shivering like cold, though the great fire is not far ahead.

Lost energy to move. Empty minds don't know what to do. Can only be silent petrified, even so great desire to take a thousand steps. From the approaching range of Twisky. Willing to strangle me using a pair of roasted rotten hands!

"Dead .. you ... Brew up!"

"No!"

Silence after my screams. Two pairs of eyes, which were only intermittent, stared at me unblinkingly. Yenz and Mr. Lapo.

Ah yes .. earlier it was just a nightmare, which alone might have been born, from the accumulated guilt of Me and Margo.

Silly as it sounds. Feeling guilty to the bad guys, which almost wretched us. It's just, I don't think that's the right way. Even though his death was not entirely my fault.

"You're finally awake too. I thought you were hibernating like a honey bear." The sentence came out from behind the lips of ranum Yenz, which stored a sharp tongue of irritation.

"It's good that the babble from the mouth of the person who can only stay still, throw a bottle, and then hide in fear when the shootout occurs. Thank you," I said. Fiercest.

"If it wasn't for my bottle-throwing, you'd be a beehive, with a lot of bullets punching through your body."

"Yes, but if it wasn't for Mr. Lapo's services, you might have kept gawking at the motel's porch. To be a benevolent spectator watching me die, doing nothing. In fact, if it wasn't for Mr. Lapo and his iron tray, I would've been shot by Twisky's men."

We were tensely throwing annoyance. It did not last long, for a second later, there was a laugh, from the mouth of the goat-bearded old man. Mr. Lapo.

"I envy your young spirit. Reminds me of a long time ago, when the hair on this head was still full." Mr. Lapo pointed at his own head, which was only overgrown with thin hair around him.

We melengos. I stared at the campfire, which had a pot on it to cook dinner. Made specially by an old chef.

Here are the three of us. Overnight on the edge of the oasis, after a long day of riding, which was half the way I fell asleep - I was in the shape of a Yenz-only woke up briefly when I got to the oasis, to finally go back to sleep. So exhausted after the great battle ended freedom.

Get away from the dilapidated town of Jarless, which is still burning. Leaving the criminals, who somehow had his fate there. Towards Lapalasa which became the initial goal.

"I am so thankful to God. Because, the great figure of Mr. Damarion, and the charm of Mr. Yenz's wit, may be the answer to my prayers during my captivity at Jarless" said Mr. Lapo, stirring the delicious-scented soup in the pot. Breaking the cold silence of the desert.

Soar proud of my heart when I hear it.

"How long have you been a prisoner of the Twisky plot?" ask Yenz, without further ado.

Mr. Lapo sighed heavily. Naturally, because who the hell likes to be enslaved by criminals? In a dilapidated city, it smells like that too.

His old hand put a barrel handle to stir the soup in the bowl pile. Beside the padlock contained tools and cooking ingredients, as well as some other objects, which he prepared before my duel and Twisky began.

"Almost a month I was there, after being foolishly tricked into entering Jarless City," Lapo said.

"So it's almost the same as us? You were tricked by Twisky into coming to that dilapidated city?" my many.

I am glad to hear that fact. Somewhat unkindly also already called it a dilapidated city.

"But six months ago, Twisky and his accomplices attacked. They damage the nests of carnivorous lizards, to terrorize the townspeople. Convince them not to go for help. Once the city was weak, as the food supply was depleted, the criminals ruthlessly slaughtered everyone in Jarless. Sadistically, their corpses were fed to carnivorous lizards, to remove traces."

I shuddered at the vile story. Horrified at once angry.

"The news of the attack is unheard of, because Jarless is not an official city, which will usually be on the map. What's more, it's far from a safe path."

Mr. Lapo sighed again. Staring at me with a shady smile.

"Not fooled by Twisky, Mr. Damarion. Actually I am a monk in a house of worship in Lapalasa. Almost a month ago, someone who claimed to be a messenger from Jarless came, and asked me to go there. Unsuspecting, I accepted his request, because he told me that the monk in Jarless city died, and I was given a mandate by the deceased to replace him temporarily."

I scratched my head, and slightly bowed. Although Margo was not a religious person - not me who always attended worship with mom and dad - but not at ease as well, having previously been a bit disrespectful, to the old man who turned out to be a religious figure.

"However, when I got there, I was surprised to see the condition of the city. At that time, they arrested me as his prisoner. Praise God. I am still protected and not killed, because God gave me guidance. Even more grateful, because my prayer was granted, with the arrival of the two of you. Mr. Damarion, and Mr. Yenz."

Back shot high pride in my heart, because again given praise, by an elder who turned out to be a religious figure. Including my accomplishments.

"Why until you're targeted by Twisky?" Yenz interrupted in a cold tone.

Mr. Lapo turned his head, keeping his smile. "In addition to being a monk, I also established trade unions, which housed small traders, fishermen, ranchers, and so on. There was a dislike of the great merchant guild that had been monopolizing there all along. And, that's how it ends. Thank you to both of you. Especially you, Lord Damarion, who fought to spearhead the resistance, and succeeded in defeating Twisky and his plot."

Apart from the incomprehension of trade unions and monopolies. I should have re-enjoiced, hearing that compliment. However, everything is just covered by guilt.

The destruction of Jarless, and the death of Twisky and his plot. Leaving a deep mark. Like a bitter taste in the roof of the mouth.

"It's ripe!" said Mr. Lapo. Interrupting my.

Not long after, a bowl of thick, scented soup teased, gnarled hands propped up in front. I looked up while smiling forcedly. Take that dinner offer.

"Mr Damarion. Guilt is not a bad thing, it shows that you are a good-hearted person. Not to be eliminated, it should be preserved, as a blessing from God to man." The words of Mr. Lapo who could read my mind, penetrated warmly into the heart. Just as warm as a bowl of soup in my fist. "You may feel guilty about Twisky's death. Yes, killing is an unjustified act. However, sometimes it has to be done even though it is heavy. Not by recklessly seizing life, which makes people inferior to an animal. However, stick to the norm of truth. Just like you did, Mr. Damarion.

"But, Mr. Lapo ...." My sentence's stuck in the throat. Unable to be spoken.

Momentary silence. The old man with those shady eyes, patted me on the shoulder, then said, "That's what God destined for him. Not without process, because as long as I was there, always at every opportunity, I gave them guidance and advice, in order to change the course of his life. But they never want to accept it. And, maybe what happened to him in Jarless City, was a punishment from God."

Mr. Lapo took a deep breath, before continuing saying, "Again, maybe that's the only way, for their evil to stop. Eliminate the abomination of Twisky's herd, which is barely even touched by the law."

I squinted my eyes. Feeling awkward with the last part of Mr. Lapo's words. "What about not being touched by the law?"

The old man smiled widely. "It'll be long if I explain now. That lizard meat's delicious soup will freeze if it's not spent soon, Mr. Damarion."

He wanted to deny Mr. Lapo's rejection, but my stomach did not agree with the idea. The hull in it has protested, because it is no longer strong enough to resist the temptation of a delicious aroma, from the thick soup made by the authoritative monk.

"All right then. But, Mr. Lapo, just call me Margo. It's better to hear it if you mention it?"

"It's better if you call him bewok kutuan," interjected reproach from Yenz.

"What do you mean say that, wood lips?" my reply.

"What did you call me?"

Our fight continues. With Mr. Lapo who cheerfully laughed, and just stopped him when he felt it was a bit excessive.

A delicious pot of soup toilet filled the stomachs of the three of us. There was still laughter and a little quarrel, amidst the small talk surrounding the warm bonfire. Until sleepy at last. Our sign should be curled into the blanket immediately. Laying yourself on a cloth mat as a bed.

It's been the warmest night. Probably the best thing since I entered this world. Hopefully it doesn't end soon. I hope.